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Prom is the highlight of most teens’ lives. For Briar, this year, she will attend the dance when she turns 18, and she will know once and for all if her best friend, her long-time crush, is her mate. She is whisked away while trying on her prom dress to learn devastating news. The Lycans, of the most ruthless pack in the country, have stolen the King. Briar jumps into helping mode, finds the terms are agreeable, and takes the position of negotiator of the pack. A job she has been training to do. The Lycan Beta arrives as predicted, ready for debate. All is fine until he removes the paperwork given to him by his Alpha. Briar does everything to keep herself under control as her mind spins. Her mate is a Lycan, but the law moves to the forefront of her mind. “No werewolf pack member is to be Mated to a Lycan. If it is to be said a werewolf of this pack is mated to a Lycan, the werewolf must immediately reject the Lycan.” Now that the pack has shown its true colors, will she take the most significant step yet and turn her back on her pack to be with the Lycan Alpha? Or will she reject him and stand with her father?

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia. But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me. Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion. "Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?" Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers. "Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?" The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?" Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around." Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word. I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"

Everyone in Harbor City knows that the city's prince, Brandon Schmidt, is a devoted husband. Countless homewrecker wannabes are dealt with before they can even reach me. But one day, I see Brandon's text conversation with one of his mistresses. "You're going to open up for me tonight." "It's so embarrassing to be doing this on your wife's bed." Meanwhile, my arm is shattered from dealing with one of his competitors. The conversation makes my stomach turn. So be it, then. No one's getting off easy now.

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter. When I confronted him, he turned it back on me. “Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!” “Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?” However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway. The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away. The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.] I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize. Then, I went to a lawyer. “I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

The day before our engagement, my fiancé, Shawn Williams, said he would accompany me to look for a wedding dress. He still was not there by the time the bridal shop closed. I received a text from him on my way home. Shawn said: [Britney said she ran out of pajamas, so I'll accompany her to go shopping.] I called him, but his junior answered the phone. "Shawn is taking a shower. I can pass along a message if you have something to tell him." Shawn and I had been in a relationship for four years. Whenever I had something important to do, his junior would suddenly need his help with something trivial. He would always abandon me and rush to her side. As expected, he did not hesitate to abandon me on a day as important as today. Feeling exhausted, I calmly replied, "Tell him the wedding is canceled. I don't want to marry him anymore."

"This love is an obsession. An obsession that started the minute you appeared when I was at my darkest, and as such, it isn't healthy." "Healthy or not, you're mine, little songbird, and if you let any man touch you, he will be six feet under come morning." After Brielle O'hara's parents passed away, her world was turned upside, and it all started with a text from a mysterious benefactor who promised to support her until she was able to do so herself. That's why when she turns 22, she is determined to stand on her own two feet so that she is worthy of him. But when she finds out he nothing more than an obsessive, cold-blooded killer, she is determined to escape him and the dark world that he is a part of. However. Her benefactor refuses to let go so . Thus starting a game of cat and mouse full of lies, deceit, stalking, and sweet, sweet torture. Will Brielle be able to resist the temptation of the mysterious and older man, or will she fall into an abyss of darkness and pleasure? Read Claiming Brielle to find out!

My husband chooses to stay in a honeymoon suite with his secretary during a company teambuilding event. "I'm in poor health, so I need Mr. Lowe by my side to care for me when I'm taking a dip in the hot springs. I'm sure Elaine won't be mad because she's so generous, right?" My husband wraps an arm around her waist, sounding displeased as he says, "Ignore her. I'd have wasted my time on her if she's so petty!" Our colleagues chime in. "Exactly! It's best to get a divorce if your wife gets jealous so easily! Now, Ms. Klein is gentle and considerate. You're a lucky man, Mr. Lowe!" I'm the one who recruited all of these people into the company, yet they all now despise me. Since none of them like me, there's no need for the company to exist anymore. I text my parents. "Don't bother investing in the company anymore. I no longer want it."

Uzumaki Ryuu is a 17 year old boy who lives a peaceful life from the mountainside of Wakayama, Japan. His carefree lifestyle turned to a wicked survival 500 kilometers away. Unknown place, unfamiliar faces, stimulating courses of events; will he get back home alive? Furthermore, it is somewhere in the Red Light District, a popular town in the City of Tokyo where the legal buying and selling of teens was established. The wealthy were at the top of the social cycle; power, authority, fame, and prestige are in their hands. A commonplace for young children to be sold out by irresponsible families and Servers come to existence from the covetousness of the place, called the Service Hub; 15 years to fortify, will it be the same place again? Let us join the extraordinary boys, watch out for every clue hidden everywhere and see what the future holds for the new generations of the Servers. Unfold the mysteries, secrets, wait- will there be a friendship turning to love? Enemy to lovers? Love at first sight? Fake or true love? Hey, we must highlight the love of parents here. A/N: My first ever published BL story. Hope you like it. This is an art of dedication and hard work. All writers do. If you like my book, please support me. Thank youuuuuuu